It’s Robinson Crusoe’s very own Tobago

Where mi’ been? Stranded on Robinson Crusoe’s beach, that’s where.

This is Englishman’s Bay in Tobago where Rob washed up.

And where I’ve been living off the land.

Berries and coconuts and streams for water.

While I’ve been attending to the types of ailments you have to contend with on an island like this.

Mossie bites… by using what God gave us.

Which is the rain forest, and its natural healing plants.

I’ve trawled for fish and taken the boat out onto the Caribbean.

And eaten the fruits of the sea, the swordfish, mahi-mahi and tuna.

While Porridge (I’ll tell you more later) kindly let me use his hammock at www.castararetreats.com.

Of course on an island like this you need to keep sentry for pirates (at Pirates’ Beach).

And for invaders, so I’ve been doing my fort inspections to make sure nobody gets in…

Because I want to keep this island just for myself.

And my friends, Tobagonians Marsha, Phil, Porridge, Auntie Ali, Uncle Kenneth, Mr Brown, Mark and Mathew the boatmen, Judah our yoga instructor. And a host of others.

And our party, Sarah, Kirsten, Anthony and ‘One F’ with www.visittobago.gov.tt courtesy of www.virginatlantic.com.

And now I’ve dried off from the liquid sunshine (that’s rain to all you in Ireland and the UK I’m away to spend some precious time with my new best friends…

The hummingbirds who perch on my feeder on my balcony.

I’ll keep you posted on life in the Caribbean at Christmas between rum punches… I should cocoa – Christmas in Tobago.

And if you like Caribbean capers (of course you do) then here’s some more messin’ … Let’s rumba in Barbados and My kiss with Rihanna.

MEET YOU ON THE ROAD